As Carolina and I were walking along a street a block east
of the Gay Street House, I saw
Abramson (a Dallas judge)
– wearing a casual white shirt – getting out of a car. I didn't want to talk with him, and
I quickly directed Carolina to turn
into the alley which runs behind the Gay Street House. I thought
he would think it strange that we would walk in the alley instead
of on the street, but I didn't care. I just wanted to avoid him.
I didn't like talking to him or being around him.

Carolina and I walked through
the alley until we came out on Gay Street in front of the Gay
Street House. On the other side of Gay Street – a half a block
south – was a school where we were headed to go to school. I
thought Abramson was also headed in that direction, so I wanted
to linger in front of the House.

I felt I was on my own
territory in front of the House. I put my hands on one of the
shiny parking meters in front of the House and raised myself into
the air perpendicular to the ground with my feet over my head. I
came back down thinking that other students of the school might
have seen me and been impressed. Since the House was also used as
an office, the word "Collier" was prominently displayed
in large letters in several places. Also there was a street sign
which said "Collier" on it. It was atop a shiny metal
pole. I pulled myself up to the sign. I scouted around to see if
I could see Abramson or any students I knew; but I didn't see
any.